Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

eached outside for the doorknob, then pulled himself back in and gently closed the
door. Marla and Lamar closed their eyes and let out a deep breath at the same time.
Jason looked at them; he was almost smiling when, in a blur, the door burst
open again, and an ugly metal hook sank into his leg. He screamed in pain. Marla leaped
to grab him, but she was too slow; as she watched, helpless, Jason was dragged through
the doorway.
“Marla!” He cried, clawing futilely at the floor, and she howled in despair as
he was taken from her again, nothing visible of his assailant but the awful glimmer of the
hook.
Marla dove toward the door after him, falling to her knees, and crawling
toward the thing, but Lamar grabbed her shoulder and yanked her back, taking hold of
the door. Before he could pull it shut, it was ripped from his hands with an inhuman
strength, and suddenly Foxy was there before them, coming inside.
He was suddenly full of life, a different creature, and he turned to look at
Marla, his silver eyes appearing to comprehend. His face was a canine rictus, the
scrappy orange fur insufficient to cover up his skull. He looked between them, turning
his ghoulish smile first on Lamar, then on Marla. His eyes flared and dimmed, and he
snapped his jaws with a sound like something breaking. They stared, backed up against
the control panel, then Lamar realized suddenly what he was looking at.
“He can’t fit all the way in,” he whispered. Marla looked; it was true, Foxy’s
shoulders were jammed into the doorway, his head the only part he could wedge through
the door.
Lamar lunged forward and kicked the animatronic, bracing himself against the
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